Violet Eden Chapters 04 - Endless

behind.
    ‘Violet’s at the walkway!’ Max called back.
    ‘Hurry up, for Christ’s sake!’ Griffin yelled.
    ‘What do I do? Where do we go?’ I looked between Max and the open space before me.
    Max rolled his eyes and pushed me aside, storming towards the edge. I reached out just in time to grab the back of his T-shirt before he fell.
    ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I screamed.
    He steadied himself and turned to face me, his feet dangerously close to the opening.
    ‘Violet, it’s a walkway. Just because you can’t see it …’ he took a step backwards. I lurched forwards to grab him again, but before I got there, his foot landed on something in mid-air. Nothing visible – but something that supported his weight. ‘Doesn’t mean it is not there.’
    I’m hallucinating. Drenson must’ve messed with my head.
    Max took another step back and I was suddenly staring at a man standing perfectly still in the sky.
    Morgan pushed past where I stood frozen, staring at the impossible. She marched right out onto the invisible walkway without so much as a second of hesitation, turned back to face me and then released her power. It flowed from her in a multicoloured mist, floating out. I watched, amazed, as it hit invisiblewalls, revealing the transparent tunnel they were now standing in.
    ‘These tunnels connect all of our buildings,’ Morgan said. And when she saw the question in my eyes, she added, ‘Just think of it as a glamour. A really complex glamour.’
    With that she started to walk towards the building ahead. I could see now a similar opening in its wall and a person stepping out into the open air, who started walking towards us as if it was no different from taking a flight of stairs. This is what Lincoln had been showing me earlier.
    ‘Violet, we need to move,’ Griffin said, now behind me. I didn’t like the urgency in his voice.
    I nodded, but didn’t look at Lincoln. I couldn’t, not yet.
    Ignoring every natural defence in my being, I followed Max and Morgan and stepped into thin air. My foot found a solid landing.
    ‘Whoa!’ I said again, marvelling. But now I knew it worked, I was moving at full speed, my feet seemingly walking on air. Logic struggled to keep up – the sensation not unlike stepping onto a stationary escalator. I looked down. The streets below buzzed with activity.
    ‘Can’t they see?’ I called out to Morgan.
    She followed my gaze. ‘Nope. The whole thing is glamoured. They can’t see it, or anything within it. Once you know it’s there, you can see it a little. It has a kind of golden glow, but unless you know it’s here you’d never see it.’
    I felt Lincoln’s heartbeat, which I’d been tracking since the fight had started, speed up. ‘Griffin, I think he’s waking up.’
    We both knew when he did he’d be in a world of pain.
    ‘Let’s go!’ Griffin called out and we picked up the pace.
    Inthe other building, Morgan and Max led us through a maze of halls, eventually coming to an area that was set up like dorms with several doorways close together, some open to show small and simple bedrooms.
    They led us down another corridor, into a more updated area, stopping outside a door at the end. Max pulled out a set of keys, unlocked and held the door open for us.
    Griffin carried Lincoln in, laying him on the bed.
    His eyes were starting to flutter and I could tell the pain was registering as his body convulsed and he started to gurgle with sharp intakes of breath.
    Griffin checked his vitals again then looked to Morgan and Max. ‘Thank you, but you need to leave now.’
    Morgan looked offended. ‘But we can help.’
    Griffin didn’t even consider it. ‘It’s best if you go. You’ll only be asked questions that are too difficult to answer if you stay.’
    Max seemed to accept this first and nodded to us as he pulled Morgan towards the door. ‘Let us know if you need anything. We’ll be in the cafeteria in building A.’
    How many buildings are there?
    Griffin nodded.
    I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lincoln. His eyes opened. Blood covered his face so I reached for some tissues and tried to blot some of it away so that he could see.
    He winced, and swallowed heavily. ‘Griff, you … go, too,’ he mumbled.
    Griffin shook his head. ‘No, Lincoln. I’m not going anywhere.’
    I knew what Lincoln was doing. He was trying to protect Griffin – and all of us. The more Griffin knew, the more he would beexpected to report. He was a truth